Heather 

He stares at me for a few seconds as if he doesn't know the answer to the question I just asked. I think of changing my question, maybe something that's not too deep. Why did I have to ask that in the first place? I suddenly hate myself for it. 

"Okay, let me change-" I start to say but Parker interrupts me. 

"No no it's fine." Pause, then, "One thing that bothers me so much is..is, I don't know I guess, something I love so much is probably doodling." He says, he sounds like he's out of breath. He looks at me and nods, and I just smile back. "Truth or dare?" He asks. 

I want a tough start so I choose dare. He lifts his eyebrows and taps his chin. "I dare you to call Olivia and tell her to say hi to Oliver." He says. 

I now know the real Parker. I mean, I guess I do. That's a tough dare and I hope it doesn't cause drama. 

"What if we cause drama?" I ask him.

"Dude, if someone isn't afraid to hurt your feelings then why should you care? She knew what she was doing when she hooked up with Oliver." He says with a steady voice, "Do it, unless it makes you uncomfortable then we can skip, deal?"

"Ok." I say and get my phone out. I scroll through the numbers I have saved on my phone. I search for Olivia's number. I don't realize how my hands are shaking until I find Olivia's number. I press the call button and I wait 6 rings until she picks up. 

"What do you want?" She asks. She sounds mad. 

"Hi Olivia," I try to make my voice sweet and stop it from shaking, "Can you say hi to Oliver for me please?" I ask and make eye contact with Parker. He smiles and that gives me courage. 

She doesn't say anything then she hangs up. I look at Parker and he gives me a thumbs up and I smile at him. 

"You did great." He says.

I realize that I'm completely shaking from what just happened. Parker puts a hand over mine. "Relax." He says and I just nod. 

***

Parker

Heather and I spend our time together by watching Netflix. I feel bad about the dare I gave her. I hope nothing happens when she goes to school. I don't think I can handle another fight. 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, gaining Heather attention. I take it out, worrying that it might be my father. But it's not, It's the strange number again. I read the message and a shiver runs down my spine. 

If you keep ignoring me, I'll come find you because I know where you live. The message says. 

Heather turns her head in my direction, horror written all over her face. 

"Parker, who is that?" She asks, her voice so shaky it doesn't sound like her. 

"I don't know, I've been getting messages from them and I keep ignoring."

"I think it's a prank from school or something." She says, I don't know if she's trying to comfort me, or herself, but it doesn't work on any of us. 

"What do I do?" I ask.

Without a word, she takes my phone and sends a quick message before I even react. 

"That'll do." She says. 

I realize she sent a message asking the person who they are. 

"Why'd you do that?" I ask.

"I don't know I guess..." Her voice fades when  her eyes meet my phone's screen.

It's your mother Parker. Please give me a chance to explain myself.

I never realized how I badly I wanted a mother. Someone who could always be there for me. A mother, how cool. So when I get this message, I want to scream out of happiness. I want to cry. I want to do everything at the same time. It feels like I'm being buried 6 feet under. But how? My mother is dead. Who could this person be?

I don't feel Heather's light touch on my shoulder, trying to pull me out. "Hey, you okay?" She asks and I nod.

"Some water will help though." I say and she gets up but as soon as she opens the door, I see a girl who seems to be a few years older than me and Heather. Her jaw drops when she sees me and I know one thing for sure. Heather and I are screwed.